At the oddest, most mundane moment, I feel both my heart and head about to explode. I’m just standing in the corner of class, though it is the last class, of a difficult and frustrating group of students, students with whom I have failed to connect, and I'm thinking of nothing, but a nothing surrounded and suffocated with revelations and feelings that can’t quite get in. An odd moment, about to explode.
Caleb,
ReplyDeleteAll of us find, on occasion the build up of pressures from who knows where; a hot spot in the boiler, a rivet that has grown weak and finally worn thin and blows. Kept in only by the strength of the whole.